My kitten Tippy passed away last night. I have to tell my 8 year old son this morning. My sister posted this picture of him to another sub the other day. He was a unique, beautiful, and loving little guy. via /r/cats
Sterek ficlet inspired by this: “i grew up not knowing i was royal and now i guess i’m heir to a throne and you’re the guy who’s supposed to be teaching me how to be royal bc i suck at it and oops we made out” au
This is kind of Princess-Diaries-ish. I know that’s been done before in this fandom (and thank god it has—it’s awesome), but I couldn’t help myself. Yay for self-indulgence!
Stiles thought the most annoying thing about suddenly being a royal heir to a small eastern European kingdom he’s never heard of would be the hyper-aggressive paparazzi, but he was dead wrong.
The most annoying thing is actually Derek Hale, the guy Stiles’ grandmother hired to teach Stiles how not to screw this up.
“Princes don’t chew with their mouths open, Stiles.”
“Princes don’t shove an entire fistful of curly fries in their mouths, Stiles.”
“Princes don’t wear pink-and-green plaid shirts from Target, Stiles.”
“Princes don’t slouch.”
They don’t slump, either, or yawn or sneeze or cough in public, or fist-pump, or drive beat-up old blue Jeeps, or wear bright colors, or rock out to the radio, or do anything fun.
I’ve missed hearing from you. But I really miss the days when I smiled whenever your name popped up on my phone’s screen. I just never thought that we could reach a point when the thought of you made me a little anxious.